Hotbox lyrics

Blunts, who got blunts?
Back from the dead like I'm 2Pac, stunt
Get the junt all snubbed, I've been listening to [?]
Kamehameha, got the wave back
All these f*cking rappers and they can't rap
Ya'll soft serve, Gucci face tats
I've been the f*cking best and they hate that
Trying not to end up in the snakes lap, uh
Playing like its Bust-a-Move
Tryna navigate, they ain't got a f*cking clue
Tell you what to do, chill out, get dough
Hey, sh*t changes, mouth still gold
Boy, get change, get right, get rich
Some of ya'll rappers got thirty-six kids
Since I was a Jedi, been a dirty misfit
One up in the chamber, got thirty-six, b*tch
Uh, we smoke, tryna hotbox in the ride
Blunt full of gas in the front of the dash
Got smoke creeping out the outside
Motherf*cker ride, motherf*cker smoke
Motherf*cker ride, motherf*cker smoke